If death came today, would you?

The ocean was brute behind the loud of the rain. Our trembling hands fell heavy at our sides sealing us to the ground. I kept on shaking my head ; we were not here, this was not real. The scenario seemed to be something a widely vivid teenage girl would choose, almost ripped off the pages of 'The notebook'. The rigid sand tingled my feet while my once lovely dress had become plastered to my frozen body by rain. His face looked a lot of things, but none I could read. He was and open book with no title. His eyes looked neutral while his lips looked hard and his faced creased. I reached out my hand and felt a thousand cold rain drops pelt my skin, it's was so blissful, only something that can be felt in a dream. I stepped further with my arms resting at my sides, my feet were bare. My movements felt swift and graceful with beauty, his eyes lit up when I was within a foots distance. Something in him changed, like a light finally went on after a week, he was no longer angry or scared. He was mine all over again. His face changed, his face softened as if sucking in a breath in awe like he saw a puppy. His body lunged grasping me in a embrace so pleasureful I almost screamed. His body was so warm, his arms were still toned and lean. He was still perfect in every way, maybe his emerald eyes became glossier. I was over rushed with happiness I forgot how to breathe. "Aiden" I whispered still clinging to his neck. His arms gripped my waist pulling me closer. "I couldn't stand it" he whispered, his breath tickled my cheek. I buried my face deep in his neck, his head rested on mine. Our bodies curved perfectly, intertwining and melting into one another. It felt so right. "Not being with you, was like death greeting me once again." His body felt tense under my grasp, his breathing shallowed "I love you." That's when the rain stopped and the tears began. I sobbed into his neck, he was mumbling something I couldn't understand, he was on the verge of tears as well. "You can't" I looked up at him, and shook my head violently" You can't go!" I panicked. His eyes were red and scared, an emotion I've never seen so vivid on anyone in my life. I cupped his neck, my warm tears streaked my face. "Take it back-" His face cracked, all composure he had built up over his 20 years shattered in front of me. " Don't say that! If I lose you, I won't-" He bent down, and those lips I have tasted so many times met mine. But it wasn't like all the ones before, it was strong and powerful, like the last kiss before battle, the very last. He push me closer and I held him tight. Knowing death would catch up to us soon...

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